For the Keep, Knock, Knotty Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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“Consider ‘Life is but a dream’ (Lewis Carroll), and then consider Heaven and Hell as everlasting realities. A blink mortality would be - if my thinking is right. So why muck things up being a horrible person to those who will remember you when you have passed away?” (by this poem's author) Dear memories of those I keep forever stored inside my mind are like a well with water deep where recollections I can find. By dipping deep, I can retrieve dear memories of those I keep. For loved ones gone I need not grieve. I know God’s blessings they now reap. It’s I – alive – who is asleep and dreaming far from Heaven’s shore. Dear memories are those I keep of those who soon I’ll see once more. Strong, kind and loving I must be though paths I take be sometimes steep. May my descendants say of ME: Dear memories are those I keep.
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